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Sophie
UPDATE:
Tears are pouring down my face as I write this. In all my life I have
never felt as empty and heartbroken as I do now. My most precious darling
Sophie died in the night, alone in a cage at a veterinary surgery. I am
beside myself with grief. Out of the many hundreds I have known, there
has never been a cat that was so totally trusting and understanding; her
eyes said everything. I have never experienced this total rapport with
any other. I hate myself and am so angry that above all I should have
been with her. She is gone and I never got to say goodbye. I have experienced
death many, many times in my life, of my family, friends and my own and
others' loved companions, but I can truly say this is the worst experience
ever; I am so totally devastated to the depths of my heart and soul.
As I looked at the posting about Sophie and Elsa and all the other darlings
in the early hours of this morning, Grommit was all over me, which is
unlike him; when Sophie would come for a cuddle Grommit would never fail
to come and try and get between us, like a jealous child. He doesn't usually
come on his own for a cuddle, but he was really pushy and kept getting
in front of my monitor while I tried to read all the prayers, and I said
to him, "why are you so attentive; do you know something I don't?"
I believe he knew and was trying to comfort me, but I didn't know, not
until this morning at 9 a.m. I honestly believe he sensed her passing
and came to try and comfort me, or that Sophie was here and he was doing
his usual thing of trying to get between us. Either way, he knew something
I'm sure.
God bless and thank you and everyone who have prayed for my babies.
Anne, Elsa
and all my darlings.
(September
6) |
Sophie,
my soul mate, had cat flu really bad when she was only a few months old
and I almost lost her. She was put on an I.V. for several days before
she began to recover, but she has always retained what I refer to as the
snuffles. flu symptoms come and go in varying degrees of severity and
have done for her whole life, she is now 8 and a half years. This summer
has been particularly bad around here for Clamidia and cat flu.. the weather
has been appalling heavy rain and sometimes low temperatures one day,
extremely hot and dry the next, this has gone on all Summer and I'm sure
it has contributed to the airborne virus' multiplying and mutating because
Sophie became quite ill with thick nasal mucous which impedes her breathing.
I started her on antibiotics as soon as I noticed she was losing weight,
(she is never free from some mucous, the severity varies so much but it
has never made her ill to the point she stopped eating) Within a week
weight was dropping off her and the antibiotics didn't seem to be helping
so I took her into the vets and asked for her to be put on an I.V. drip
as by then she was starting to dehydrate. She hadn't been like that since
she first contracted flu. She was hospitalised for 24 hours on Tuesday.
On Wednesday I brought her home on different antibiotics and other anti
inflammatory medication. She had supposedly eaten a little that day but
when I got her home she refused to eat or drink a thing and I resorted
to force feeding her through a syringe with a liquid convalescent food,
but I could not get her to take enough to stop her becoming dehydrated
again. I
found myself at the vets at 1am this morning, she was so ill I thought
I was going to lose her there and then. He could not get a vein pronounced
enough in order to I.V. her and I became distraught, he gave her oxygen
as her colour was almost non existent and after 3 failed attempts in 3
different legs to get an I.V. up and running she became stressed and her
breathing almost stopped, she offered no resistance whatsoever. The vet
left and returned to the room 3 times in just a couple of minutes and
then told me he had sent for back up. The vet he called was the one who
had treated her earlier in the week. I was asked to leave the room. Birgit
did her best to get the I.V. running without success but she did mange
to get a small amount of blood to test. I was given almost no hope from
the results but I begged her to try and get fluid into her somehow and
try to keep her going until they could get a vein large enough to put
her on an I.V. She went back inside and a few minutes later she told me
she had managed to do the drip and was going to give her a cocktail of
different medication. but her words were not optimistic. I left the surgery
at 3.30am
It is 10.30 am here now and the Sunday emergency surgery will have just
started. I am dreading the phone call that I'm expecting any time. I am
praying very hard that my very, best friend and soul mate will have held
on and is fighting. I'm terrified at this moment, but one thing I can
hold onto is the longer it take's for that call to come the better the
news. They would have rung me immediately the surgery started I'm sure
if she had not made it through these last few agonising hours.
Please pray for her.. I don't know what I would do without my very, very,
special friend. kindest regards
Anne Roberts
Carlton Cat Sanctuary
(September
5) |
